With nothing else to do,
Lin Feng decided to visit Holy Spirit Village and check on Tang San's current situation.
He locked onto the direction and, with a flash, traveled thousands of miles in a breath's time, arriving at the village in moments.
The moment he landed—
"This piss-water dare call itself wine? Bring me the good stuff, damn it!"
He saw Tang Hao slamming his cup to the ground with a furious roar, his face contorted in rage.
Liquor splashed everywhere, the shattering echo making Tang San—who was cooking—feel like his ears were buzzing.
"There's barely enough money to eat, let alone buy wine,"
Tang San mumbled under his breath, eyes dark, as he stirred the food with a spatula.
At that moment, Lin Feng's gaze happened to fall on him—
White tunic on top, neatly combed hair pinned with a flower garland like a hair clip, and… short pants below?
So that's what he meant by being into beauty?
Lin Feng suddenly had a realization.
Loves beauty trait doesn't mean 'loves being handsome'—it means being pretty!"
Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahaha! What a lovely little cutie! That outfit's something else. Keep it up, really!"
Good thing he was just a spiritual form—no one could hear him.
Tang San kept tending the fire while casting resentful glances toward Tang Hao.
Drinks all day, doesn't care if we starve—typical freeloader who's never had to run a household.
"Did you hear me or not?"
Tang Hao suddenly roared drunkenly.
"Yes… yes, I heard you."
Tang San snapped back to attention.
"Look at yourself. You're like a little girl. No way you came from my seed. Go get me some real wine!"
Tang Hao's disdainful eyes roved up and down Tang San's body as he sneered.
Tang San froze—panic flaring in his heart.
After all, he was a reincarnator. That secret had to be protected.
And the one person most likely to notice something off about him… was Tang Hao.
As the thought surfaced, so too did a dangerous impulse.
Tang Sect Rule #23: Any potential threat must be eliminated.
Right now, Tang Hao… was the greatest threat to him.
Tang San's eyes gleamed viciously.
He quietly took out a pouch of pre-prepared poison and, while Tang Hao was distracted, slipped it into the wine jug.
As a Tang Sect disciple, always carrying poison was standard practice.
Lin Feng, observing the scene, was wide-eyed.
Wait, I was gone for one day and this kid's already trying to murder his own dad? What happened?!
Tang Hao, oblivious, grabbed the jug and took a deep swig.
Moments later, his vision blurred, and he staggered where he stood.
Tang San's heart leapt with joy.
Collapse, collapse, collapse already!
At last, with a heavy thud, Tang Hao collapsed to the floor.
Tang San quickly rushed forward, wearing a mask of panic as he shook his father's body.
"Dad! What's wrong? Wake up!"
But what he was really doing was confirming whether the poison had taken effect.
When he noticed Tang Hao's lips turning faintly blue and his breath shallowing, Tang San's fake panic disappeared. A twisted grin replaced it.
"Tang Hao! You humiliated me all my life—how does it feel to finally get played?"
He cackled as he berated the unconscious man.
Lin Feng, watching all this unfold, was deeply disturbed.
Did Tang Hao actually die? No way… he's a Titled Douluo! Can Tang San's poison really work on him?
Tang San, meanwhile, was still basking in his revenge high.
Thinking back to Tang Hao's earlier insults about his appearance only reignited his rage.
"You called me girly? You don't know style if it hit you in the face!"
He shouted down at the motionless figure.
But that wasn't enough. He raised his hand and—SLAP!
The moment his palm struck Tang Hao's face…
…Tang Hao's eyelid twitched.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Instantly, the air froze.
Father and son locked eyes. Big eyes glaring at smaller ones.
"Did… you just slap me?"
Tang Hao's groggy voice sounded like a death sentence.
"N-No! You must've been dreaming, Dad! I'd never—"
"You little bastard!! Still lying to me?!"
Tang Hao exploded with fury.
He shot up, grabbed a leather whip nearby, took a swig of liquor as if to sterilize it, and—
The whip lashed through the air.
Lin Feng, still spectating, was stunned.
"What the hell is happening? This is insane!"
The whip struck Tang San's back again and again.
He shrieked, nearly falling over from the pain.
Only now did Lin Feng realize the scars on Tang San's back weren't new.
They were from Tang Hao too.
Each lash only fueled the hatred boiling in Tang San's heart.
One day… I'll pay this back a thousandfold.
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding, face pale and contorted with fury.
It wasn't clear how long the beating lasted.
Eventually, Tang Hao tossed the whip aside, grabbed a fresh jug of wine, and drunkenly stumbled back inside, as though nothing had happened.
Once the coast was clear,
Tang San—gritting his teeth—dragged himself to the courtyard wall.
There, he removed his shirt, revealing a back covered in open wounds and bloody welts. Flesh was torn and curling at the edges—gruesome.
His hands trembled as he applied herbal ointment.
Each touch was like being stabbed with needles.
But he had no time to dwell on the pain.
Why didn't the poison work?
His mind raced with confusion and frustration as he replayed each step of his concoction.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng stood there in shock.
A "filial son," huh? What a performance.
He was almost tempted to hand over poison himself, just to see if Tang San could actually go through with killing his father.
Too bad he was just a spirit projection.
Even though he could see everything, he couldn't interact with the physical world.
He couldn't even pass a bottle of poison.
Fine. I'll hold that thought for now.
Last time, he only changed one of Tang San's traits.
This time, he'd refresh them all and see what happened.
"System—refresh Tang San's traits."
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